Beauty And The Beast-Harry Styles-Punk fanfiction

Chapter four

My eyes skimmed around the room. Searching for the keys. The match started in ten mintes and Stan was getting inpatient. A deep sigh left my lips as I was in desperate need of them. Stan was leant against the counter, his hand combing through his thick blonde hair. "Stan!, you could help you know", I suggested, but he didn't reply.

Rolling my eyes, I made my way out of the kitchen and into the lounge, where my Mum and Dad were sat. Mum's legs laying across dad's lap. "Dad, where are the keys?", I asked, slouching as he turned his head towards me.

"Uhm..By my wallet love", He told me. I sighed again, before making my way into the kitchen, finding his wallet and seeing the keys laying right next to them. I picked up the keys by the truck key ring. Spinning on my heel to face Stan, he gave a sigh of relief, leading me outside of the house.

My legs found their way to the red truck.Opening the doors, being very careful not to break anything. It was a delicatcy to this family. Stan jumped into the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt as I started the engine. The smoke floated from the pipe, to the front of the window, fogging it up.

The sun was beaming brightly, for two in the afternoon. The little village seemed like it was abandoned. Starting the car, I began to drive. Stan was beside me, staring out the window. "So, why exactly did you invite me to this boxing match?", I asked Stan. He looked quite startled by the question as he ran his hand through his thick blode hair. Letting go of a sharp inhale of a breath.

"Well, I just wanted to spend time with you", He told me. Turning my head away from the road, I raised my eyebrow. "Really", I asked, skeptical about his answer. I knew when Stan was lying, his lips always twitched. He wasn't a very good liar, unlike me. That's why whenever we were younger and broke one of my Mum's vase's; Which happened a lot. I always had to lie about it.

"Okay, well If you're under sixteen you have to have someone over sixteen with you", He sighed. I rolled my eyes. "Gee, thanks Stan, I appreciate it", I giggled, hitting his arm, gently. He didn't flinch at all, which caused me to furrow my brows, as i began to squeeze his biceps. My eyes widening out how tense his muscles were.

"Woah, Someone's gotten strong", I muttered, taking my hand away from his arm. "Bet all the girls are after you, aye", I winked, turning back to the road. "Well, That's what training for boxing does for you", He told me, glancing out the window. "Turn in here", He ordered, as I made a right turning, soon entering a car park, to a massive building.

There were only a couple of parking spaces left. "Stan", I spoke, turning to him. "What?", He asked. I swallowed, before asking him a question, "How much did these tickets cost?",Pointing to the two tickets in his hands. "Oh, I got them for free because I train here", He told me. "But how much would they have cost?", I asked. His gaze flickered to his feet.

"Erm, about £30 each", He told me, my eyes widened. "Jesus, who's boxing?", I asked, finding a parking space, reversing into it. "Only best boxers out there, you should see them", He rambled on, as I finally parked the car, taking the keys out of the key hole and opening the door. 

As I stepped out, I remembered to pick my book up, before slamming the door shut, and locking it, as Stan walked round to me. I slipped the keys into my shorts pocket, before following Stan into the building. The building looked quite rundown and old, not much to it.

Stan pushed both the double doors open, revealing a reception area. There were a couple of vending machines, and a desk, with a middle aged woman, sitting there. She had short chestnut-coloured hair, molded around her sharp face. Glasses were worn at the end of her wrinkled nose, as she peered above them at us.

"Yes?", She asked, her voice sharp, but sleek. My brother stepped forward, handing the woman the two tickets. She nodded before pointing round the corner, in the direction where we were meant to go. I shot her a quick smile. For which she didn't return, turning her nose up. I rolled my eyes before catching up with my brother, walking into, yet another room.